Bad Penny

At long last

During breakfast the next morning, Sissy began to bark as someone walked through the front door “The bad penny has returned,” Dad said as he entered the kitchen.

“Dad!” I exclaimed as I bolted from the table and into his arms. I could smell the cologne he had on. It was the same smell I remem- bered as a little child.

“Hi, Joey,” he said with a big smile on his face.

“Hi, Dad. I love you. Hey! Toots is here; she is at Dorothy’s.” “Okay, well Frank is going to lend me his jeep, so finish break-

fast and we can go.”

“Okay,” I said. I finished my breakfast in no time flat. My grand-

parents seemed as excited as I was by the look on their faces. They knew how much I missed my dad. In fact, I was certain I drove them nuts inquiring about his whereabouts on a regular basis.

Frank showed up a short time later. He motioned for Dad to come into the living room where he was standing. There he gave Dad some instructions about the jeep, and then we were off. Dad drove all over Dubuque on this beautiful August day. The first place we went was Eagle Point Park. It was so pretty. The park overlooked the Mississippi River. After an hour of taking in the sights, he drove downtown to my favorite spot—the elevator on

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WHEN THE DUST SETTLED

Fourth Street. Dad had taken me here once before. This time was more special. I hoped this day would never end.

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